He’s back.

How could this be?

I should have known.

He will never rest easy.

Without me to torment.

Without me in his arms.

A door opens.

He tempts me with sunshine.

His hand reaches for me.

My skin tingles from his touch.

I turn away and

Run from his sweet words.

His spirit envelopes me with coldness.

He whispers promises in my ear.

He will come for me tonight.

He will appear in a new package.

I will be prepared and ready.

I will not be fooled again.

The Dead won’t win.


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